oceana

How amazing time is.
How fast and for granted we take it.
We ride through like a wave,
sinking beneath the surface
sometimes.
Unable to swim, or cope, or speak.
And sometimes we float.
Atop the cold glass-like window,
looking down upon our trials
pass by,
relieving gasp of freely breathing
underneath the wave that sweeps us eventually to the shore
of our demise.